January 7, 2011 Leave a comment
By Rob Packer
I’m sitting in Mostar with an itchy neck from a mosquito bite I got while I was in Split, which has got me feeling a bit cheated: mosquito bites and cold weather don’t intersect in my mind. I’ve had mosquito bites in places that get cold before—my most spectacular bite ever was in Ukraine—and malaria must have survived in Italy somehow, but biting insects and cold weather definitely not. It feels like they didn’t get the memo.
On second thoughts, at least it was cold and my neck was all that I dared show above the blankets; otherwise I’d be covered in bites.